
BRUCE WILLIAMS /
Four Poems
HIGHER EDUCATION
Hush, hush, whisper who dares
(AA Milne)
Feed the black dog whisky
nothing is left to chance
medicine physics history
Christopher Brennan is dropping his pants
Up the skirt of knowledge
honey: let's say we dance
by the country-rich college
Christopher Brennan is dropping his pants
Shelley was banished from Eton
Jew religion, poofter romance
first grade has dished out a beating
Christopher Brennan is dropping his pants
You at the back, you at the front
You with the sharp wit
You with the blunt
Shut up
You had your chance
Christopher Brennan is dropping his pants
My mysteries are all
the obvious ones
like how you
could love me like
the distinct intoxications
of two beers at noon
and two at midnight
like a soft kiss
there and another
here
This darkness
picks locks light-
fingers pockets warm
intrusive slides up your ass
and out discovers this
thigh-strap holster your
one shot gun
this darkness picks locks
this darkness chose you
I am a veiny-faced man
with a heart so true
my face grows veinier
just talking to you